Oh, god. I would have shit in my pants and cried. Not even lying.
When I was six or seven, we had a really bad tornado that fucked our area up. (If you take the time to drive out of your way, you can still see some of the bigger damage that never got cleaned up.)
My dad and I were living in a trailer at the time, so we barricaded ourselves in the bathroom. A few hours passed and nothing happened. So we went down to the other end of the house to use the only working phone we had, and just as soon as we were back there, a tornado ripped between our house and the one next to ours -- picking up half of it entirely and slamming it into the side of ours.
I don't remember much else from that night, except for the sound. It was like thunder (which, incedentally, I fucking hate) only a hundred times more defeaning. My little kid logic told me I was totally going to die for sure.
But, yeah. I'm like Jane. Having lived in the middle of an area where tornadoes can get pretty nasty, I'm alert anytime the sky even remotely looks dark.
I think the saddest thing, though, is my grandmother. If a tornado comes, she's fucked either way. So when she hears warnings or sirens, she gets dressed, puts on all of her jewelry, and lays down to sleep. He reasoning? "Well, if I blow away, at leasted I'll be dressed."
When I was six or seven, we had a really bad tornado that fucked our area up. (If you take the time to drive out of your way, you can still see some of the bigger damage that never got cleaned up.)
My dad and I were living in a trailer at the time, so we barricaded ourselves in the bathroom. A few hours passed and nothing happened. So we went down to the other end of the house to use the only working phone we had, and just as soon as we were back there, a tornado ripped between our house and the one next to ours -- picking up half of it entirely and slamming it into the side of ours.
I don't remember much else from that night, except for the sound. It was like thunder (which, incedentally, I fucking hate) only a hundred times more defeaning. My little kid logic told me I was totally going to die for sure.
But, yeah. I'm like Jane. Having lived in the middle of an area where tornadoes can get pretty nasty, I'm alert anytime the sky even remotely looks dark.
I think the saddest thing, though, is my grandmother. If a tornado comes, she's fucked either way. So when she hears warnings or sirens, she gets dressed, puts on all of her jewelry, and lays down to sleep. He reasoning? "Well, if I blow away, at leasted I'll be dressed."